Page 55 of Merciless Sinner

But I meant what I said, too—she’s mine.

Sheisstill mine. As long as she is, I won’t stop fighting or trying to get her to love me again.

That’s why I haven’t fucked her yet.

I’ve wanted to badly, to the point where I ache to be inside her, but this way, I give her just enough to keep wanting more and more.

I’ve taken us right back to the beginning to what we used to do when we began. This is how we used to fool around andplay.

I’d sneak into her room at her parents’ house, or I’d take her away in my car and park in the woods or some back alley.

I truly corrupted her, and I have no fucking regrets.

She was fifteen when I first kissed her. I know I had no business being with her, so it was understandable that Cillian was pissed as fuck when he found out about us.

But at least he found out when she was in college. I don’t think anyone ever confirmed how many years before I started seeing her.

If he knew, I doubt he would have given me a pass, or a fucking pat on the back if I told him I didn’t take her virginity until she was eighteen.

For a start, he wouldn’t believe me. Nobody would. I hardly believe it myself. I only know I did it because I did it.

I waited out of respect, but I waited because I loved her.

I still do.

Every time we’re together like this, that look in her eyes grows and grows.

She sucks harder, and my balls tighten, then I lose control and pound into her mouth, allowing my release to erupt from me.

She takes me in deeper and swallows. While she does, I play with her breasts, tweaking her rosy nipples so they darken at my touch.

I pull out of her mouth, and she licks her lips.

I look deep into her beautiful eyes, but she looks away from me. I know she’s catching on to what I’m doing and doesn’t want me to see her wanting more. Wanting me.

I want her, too, so fucking badly.

I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with this plan of mine.

She stands and turns to head to the bathroom, but I catch her arm and pull her back to my chest. I’m naked, too, so she can feel my cock pressed against her ass, getting hard again.

“Tomorrow morning.” I press my nose to her hair. “We’ll make up for tonight tomorrow morning before you head out with Amelia. Unless you ask me stay, and we can make up for it now.”

“We have nothing to make up.”

I run my fingers down to her stomach, and she flinches. “I haven’t touched you yet.”

“I don’t need to be touched.”

She’s lying.

Olivia pulls out of my grasp, but I catch her again, just to prove the point that I’m right. I know she wants me.

She tries to swat my hands away, but I lift her onto the bed, knocking off the little dress she had on earlier.

I lay her on her back and pin her down, then plunge my fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

“Liar,” I taunt. “When are you going to stop lying to me?”

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